Safe Haven(96)

She was unmistakable. Same long legs, same face, same sinewy arms.

Erin.





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Alex and Katie held hands as they walked toward Ivan’s with the kids. They’d stored their bicycles near the back door, Katie’s regular spot. On the way out, Alex bought some water for Josh and Kristen before they started toward home.

“Good day, guys?” Alex asked, bending over to unlock the bikes.

“Great day, Daddy,” Kristen answered, her face red with the heat.

Josh wiped his mouth on his arm. “Can we come back tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” Alex fudged.

“Please? I want to ride the swing again.”

Finished with the locks, Alex slung the chains over his shoulder. “We’ll see,” he said.

An overhang in the back of the restaurant provided some shade, but it was still warm. After seeing how crowded it had been as she’d walked past the windows, Katie was glad she’d taken the day off, even if she had to work a double shift tomorrow and Monday. It was worth it. It had been a good day, and she’d get to relax and watch a movie with the kids while Alex was away tonight. And then later, when he got back…

“What?” Alex said.

“Nothing.”

“You were staring at me like you were going to eat me up.”

“Just drifting off there for a second,” she said with a wink. “I think the heat kind of got to me.”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded. “If I didn’t know better…”

“I’d like to remind you that there are some young ears tuning in right now, so I’d watch what you say.” She kissed him before patting him lightly on the chest.

Neither of them noticed the man in the baseball hat and sunglasses watching them from the deck of the neighboring restaurant.

Kevin felt dizzy as he watched Erin and the gray-haired man kiss, seeing the way Erin flirted with him. He saw her lean down and smile at the little girl. Watched as she tousled the hair of the little boy. Noticed the gray-haired man pat her on her butt when the children’s attention was elsewhere. And Erin—his wife—was playing along. Liking it. Encouraging it. Cheating on him with her new family, as if Kevin and their marriage had never existed at all.

They got on their bikes and started pedaling, heading around the side of the building, away from Kevin. Erin rode beside the gray-haired man. She was wearing shorts and sandals, showing skin, looking sexy for someone else.

Kevin followed them. Her hair was blond and long and flowing… but then he blinked, and it was short and brown again. Pretending she wasn’t Erin and riding bikes with her new family and kissing another man and smiling and smiling, without a care in the world. It wasn’t real, he told himself. It was nothing but a dream. A nightmare. Docked boats wobbled in their slips as they passed.

He rounded the corner. They were riding and he was on foot, but they were moving slowly to allow the little girl to keep up. He was closing the distance and he was near enough to hear Erin laugh, sounding happy. He reached for the Glock in his waistband and pulled it out, then slid it beneath his shirt, keeping it pressed against his skin. He took off the baseball hat and used it to hide the gun from the people around him.

His thoughts ricocheted like pachinko balls, bouncing fast, left and right, downward, downward. Erin lying and cheating and plotting and scheming. Running away to find a lover. Talking and laughing behind his back. Whispering to the gray-haired man, saying dirty things, the man’s hands on her breasts, her breaths coming hard. Pretending she wasn’t married, ignoring all he’d done for her and the sacrifices he’d made and that he had to scrape the blood from his shoes and that Coffey and Ramirez were always gossiping about him and there were flies buzzing on the burgers because she’d run away and he’d had to go to the barbecue alone and she couldn’t tell Bill the captain that he wasn’t just one of the guys.

And there she was, pedaling easily, her hair short and dyed, as pretty as ever, never thinking about her husband at all. Never caring about him. Forgetting him and the marriage so she could have a life with the gray-haired man and pat his chest and kiss him with a dreamy expression on her face. Happy and serene, without a concern in the world. Going to carnivals, riding bikes. She probably sang to herself in the shower while he’d been crying and remembering the perfume he’d bought her for Christmas, and none of it mattered because she was selfish and thought she could throw a marriage away, like an empty pizza box.

He unconsciously picked up his pace. The crowds were slowing them down, and he knew that he could raise the gun and kill her right now. His finger moved to the trigger and he slipped the safety off because the Bible says Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the bed be undefiled, but he realized that it meant he had to kill the gray-haired man as well. He could kill him in front of her. All he had to do was pull the trigger, but then hitting moving targets from a distance was almost impossible with a Glock, and there were people everywhere. They would see the gun and scream and shout and the shot was almost impossible, so he removed his finger from the trigger.